When Guo Peng entered the ward, except for an old servant who served him, Cai Yong was the only one who lay on the bed in the ward.

The whole room was filled with a bitter smell of medicine, and only a small window was opened, and the air was a little turbid.

"The Supreme Emperor?"

Lao Pu and Guo Peng are also old acquaintances for many years. They served Cai Yong when they were in Luoyang. Now they are still serving Cai Yong at such an age and are deeply trusted by Cai Yong.

Guo Peng nodded, looked at Cai Yong who seemed to be asleep, and asked in a low voice: "Is Mr. Cai resting?"

"Yes, after lunch, Bo Ge has fallen asleep. Bo Ge is in poor spirits and does not have a good rest at night. He can only take a little bit of a nap in the afternoon and wake up quickly."

The old servant sighed: "Bo Ji's body is getting worse and worse. He is still old, eighty-four, and his spirit is not as good as before. He still has to insist on writing every day.

I told him not to write, but he refused to listen. He said he would write more before he died. If he didn't write now, he would have no chance in the future. No matter how I advised him not to listen, he was still so stubborn, and he was always stubborn."

Guo Peng pursed his lips and looked at Cai Yong who was sleeping quietly on the bed.

"Then I'll sit here for a while, wait for Mr. Cai to wake up and talk to him."

"Okay, I'll go make tea, the Supreme Emperor will wait a moment."

The old servant walked slowly out of the house with a hunched back, turned around and brought the door with him.

Guo Peng sat quietly on the chair and looked at Cai Yong lying on the bed, his thoughts gradually drifted back to Luoyang forty years ago.

As a result, before he could gain a foothold in Luoyang, Cai Yong suddenly turned over.

"Old Cai, water, I'm thirsty..."

His voice was hoarse and weak, as if he had no strength to be sick.

Guo Peng stood up quickly, looked at a kettle on the table, then picked up a bowl of water and tried the temperature of the water. So he sat down on Cai Yong's bed, helped Cai Yong with his eyes closed, let him lean against him, and delivered the water to his mouth.

Cai Yong took a few sips of the warm water in the bowl, swallowed it slowly, and then took a breath.

"Enough, help me lie down."

"good."

Guo Peng put the bowl aside and was about to support Cai Yong to lie down, but Cai Yong grabbed his hand at once.

"Zifeng? Is it you? Is it you?"

Cai Yong opened his turbid old eyes with great effort, turned his head and tried hard to see if Guo Peng was supporting him.

Unfortunately, he no longer has the strength to support himself.

Guo Peng quickly supported him.

"Mr. Cai, it's me. Don't move, lie down slowly."

Guo Peng supported Cai Yong's body and slowly placed him on the bed, let him lie down safely, covered him with a quilt, tucked it, and avoided ventilation.

"Zifeng, you...why are you back? When did you come back?"

Cai Yong opened his eyes and saw clearly that it was Guo Peng who was helping him cover the quilt, and he was suddenly a little excited.

"I heard that Mr. Cai was sick, so I rushed back from Jiaozhou. Ah Qiong was going to go overseas to enfeoffment? He set out from Jiaozhou and I sent him a trip in Jiaozhou. Then I learned that Mr. Cai was sick, so I rushed back."

Guo Peng said in a gentle voice.

"Oh, San'er is gone..."

Cai Yong sighed slightly: "It's okay to leave, it's okay to leave. After leaving, it saves so many dirty things in Luoyang City. When you go out of the sea, you are cleaner and refreshing than in Luoyang City, and can live longer."

"Mr. Cai."

Guo Peng frowned: "Is Luoyang City that dirty? Can it even reduce life span?"

"Do you don't understand whether it's dirty or not? Zifeng? How many officials in Luoyang City can live to the age of 60?"

Cai Yong looked at Guo Peng and whispered: "I have understood it all these years and thought it through. You have a great idea to govern the country. There are many things you have. No one is your opponent. Anyone who encounters you will be willing to give up the disadvantage. Such skills are far from me, or my son can teach you."

When Cai Yong mentioned Lu Zhi, Guo Peng felt a sudden heart.

"Mr. Cai and Teacher have both given me great help. Without the help of Mr. Cai and Teacher, I would not be able to get to where I am today, so I am very grateful to Mr. Cai and the teacher."

"Only the help of me and Zidian, you can't get to where you are today. It's up to you to what you can get to where you are."

Cai Yong smiled hard: "How can you get to where you are today without your own step by step calculation? Zifeng, have you ever counted how many people you have calculated along the way?"

"Mr. Cai, I..."

"I'm a son and I, too, are you planning?"

Guo Peng's breathing stagnated.

For a moment, he felt his throat was so dry.

He didn't understand why Cai Yong could think of this, just as he didn't know how Guo Dan guessed that he was the mastermind of Liu Xie's death.

They seem to be the kind of people with long reflection arcs, and they can't figure it out for a while, but in the years that come, the taste gradually comes back.

I can't figure out why they were confused all their lives, but when they came to this, they thought it through, like a philosopher who was about to ascend in the daytime after great enlightenment.

Maybe that's the saying.

If you want others to know, don’t do it unless you do it yourself.

As long as you do it yourself, you have to face the situation that will eventually become known.

Especially this person is very important to him.

However, Guo Peng is Guo Peng, with a thick-skinned face and a dark heart. Although it was beyond his imagination, it was not beyond his psychological endurance and he could withstand it.

So he quickly calmed down his emotions.

"Mr. Cai, why do you think so? You and the teacher are the most important people of me, how could I do that kind of thing?"

"Really? Zifeng, Zigan has been going on for more than 20 years, and I can't do it anymore. Before I die, are you willing to tell the truth to me?"

Cai Yong's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears fell down.

"I can't understand, I can't understand why the moral role model in my eyes turned into this. I can't understand why you killed so many people? Why are you so cruel and tyrannical?

I can’t figure it out. When you were studying with me or when you were studying with me, you were obviously so gentle and humble. Every word and action was the style of a gentleman, and every thought was all the people in the world. I could still dream about your appearance back then!

Even if time can change a person, it will not make a person's face unrecognizable, right? How can we make a person's face unrecognizable? Zifeng? I don't understand, I can't figure it out.

Later I thought again, or something terrible has you been through, but since you became the governor of Qingzhou, I have always been with you. I know everything you do and everything you experience. There is no such thing as terrible that can change your nature, right?

Why? You became so terrible that you were beyond recognition and murder. I thought about it for more than ten years and couldn't figure it out, but finally, I figured it out. If you didn't become like this, then there was only one possibility."

Cai Yong's voice was trembling, and he said tremblingly while holding Guo Peng's hand tightly.

"You are like this, never changed!"

As soon as he spoke, Cai Yong stared at Guo Peng, and his turbid old eyes suddenly shone with a ray of light.

This glory instantly penetrated all Guo Peng's defense and pointed directly at the true self deep in his heart.

Guo Peng leaned against Cai Yong's bed and sighed deeply.

Otherwise, how could people become erections?

Cai Yong was confused all his life, and was a pedantic scholar and political novices all his life. He never understood the cruelty of politics. He was always controlled and cared for.

From his forties to his eighties, Cai Yong has never escaped under his control. He has always been his dedicated speaker, taking the blame, and he has been holding countless scoldings for him.

Without Cai Yong, his path would not be so easy.

He once thought that Cai Yong would not see his sinister intentions until his death.

As a result, Cai Yong woke up and his eyes pierced the hypocritical face and pointed directly at the heart of the people.

He finally realized that Guo Peng was an actor with unparalleled acting skills.

Guo Peng's acting skills have finally been exposed after forty years.

But, so what?

It’s the third year of Xingyuan now, not the past.

Guo Peng did not have the panic he imagined and the shame of being exposed to his lies. The emotions he felt were only endless sighs and an inexplicable relaxation.

No wonder, it doesn’t matter that the identity of the actor was exposed at this time when the dust settled.

It doesn't matter whether you are an actor or not.

He had already done everything he wanted to do. Only then did Cai Yong understand what the meaning was there?

He doesn't want to deny it anymore, he doesn't want to act anymore.

Guo Qiong pierced his mental defense, making him unable to organize a solid psychological defense line anymore.

He is tired.

"Mr. Cai, why bother? Some things are so clear. Is it really good to you and me? You are eighty-four years old, isn't it good to be confused?"

"I've been confused for the rest of my life, until I've lived... Do you want me to die in a daze? Zifeng, do you really want me to be confused for the rest of my life?"

Cai Yong stared at Guo Peng, and his words couldn't stop trembling.

Guo Peng smiled helplessly.

"Mr. Cai, I always feel that the teacher is a lucky and happy person. In his eyes, I have always been a loyal minister and general who is willing to fight for the Han Dynasty for life. I am a person who can inherit his legacy and become a general and a prime minister, and I am loyal to the Han Dynasty.

He passed away with such expectations for me and has not lived until now. So in his opinion, I have always been a loyal minister and a good general, and will continue to be a loyal minister and a good general, without going against his expectations. This is his luckiest and happiest thing.

Otherwise, what would he think if he knew that the disciples he taught were ill-behaved, had a secret rebellion, and devoted himself to overthrowing the Han Dynasty? He cultivated a rebel with one hand? He would be in pain and unable to survive."
Chapter completed!